Madness: Now Served in Black and White!

Feeling sorry

For feeling alone.

Feeling sorry

For endings I’ll never know.

Feeling sorry

For letting myself go.

I should’ve known,

I should’ve known.

Stupid girl,

Why didn’t you see?

The beautiful music I heard

Was really the remnant of me

Being played out.

I wish I could liken us

To a beautiful tragedy,

But you don’t deserve that honor.

Tragedies are art;

You were a mistake.

I want those nights,

I want that kiss,

Just not with you.

You had your chance;

You abandoned ship

And now look at you.

Lost at sea, you and me.

I once thought it wise to collide.

I thought you’d help me

Find my way,

Now I’m just f a r t h e r

And f  a  r  t  h  e  r

From bay.

I keep holding on to something

That was never mine.

I guess that makes me a thief;

I have to give you back someday,

Let you go.

It’ll hurt, I know.

You’re the closest I’ve come to love,

And I know I deserve better

And I know I’ll never be enough.

But promise me that you’ll remember me,

Those nights, that kiss. 

Promise that you won’t kick

Me out of your memory, so I

Won’t feel so bad about

Letting you stay in mine.

The nature of great art is this; it reaches out to you, disregarding time, distance, and logic, and pulls you into itself in order to help you better understand yourself.